LickingHerWounds by Fran Lee Page A

as he lifted his torso and latched on to her breast with a voracious
mouth.
    I was not with Hallie tonight, little one…
    Why did you leave me?
    I was stupid. I thought to tell them that I had found my
soul mate. I should have stayed here, with you.
    She had not been betrayed? He was her soul mate? This was
worth all the long, painfully lonely and desolate years of her life since they
had taken her from her family. This aching, throbbing need to be filled…to be
loved…to be pleasured. As he helped her to ride his stiffly erect cock, she
heard his voice in her head once again.
    You are delectable. You are marvelous. You take my breath
away and I am yours alone.
    Her mouth sought his and as her tongue mimicked what he did
with his cock, she felt the first trembling rise of her orgasm explode from her
breasts to her sex and race through her arching body like a runaway freight
train.
    He didn’t join her in climax but lifted her from the hard
ridges of the stairs, wrapping her legs around his hips as he moved from the
final step and carried her slowly into the bedroom they had shared earlier in
the night. He sucked her tongue deep and whispered into her fuzzy brain, If
this is meant to be punishment, my love, you picked a poor method. It seems far
more pleasure than pain. But who am I to question your decision? Fucking is my
favorite kind of punishment.
    Fucking? Yes. That was the word he used for what they were
doing. And the sound of the word sent another orgasmic thrill through her body.
Strange word. It caused pleasure.
    I could fuck this tight, hot pussy of yours all night,
little wolf.
    Pussy? He was calling her sex a small cat? A pet name that
the cats gave a female’s sex organs? She giggled against his lips and he
laughed into her mouth as he lifted and lowered her over his shaft without
slowing. She couldn’t keep her moan back.
    You like my cock in your pussy?
    Pulling away from his mouth and gasping for air, Jessie
laughed. “You cats have so many odd names for things! But yes—I love your cock
in my pussy, oh great golden one.”
     
    Cal blinked down at her feral smile as he felt her channel
clench around his cock like a trembling, eager orgasmic fist. His little mate
was indulging in…humor? She was certainly not acting like the pitiful little female
Lykos he had found in the glade. She was eager. She was marvelous. She was
insatiable. And as he gave a roar of pleasure and exploded deep inside her hot,
tight body, she lifted her head and voiced a spine-tingling howl that raised
the hairs at his nape.
    He continued to slam his hips against her, pleasure driving
him as her nails dug furrows in his back and he growled against her throat,
“Gods, but I need your blood again.”
    In answer she sank her fangs into the muscle of his shoulder
and he instantly took that as a yes, gently biting into the soft flesh at the
base of her throat. He continued to spurt as his orgasm went on and on, and the
lush taste of her blood filled his mouth as she convulsed in another orgasm,
her mouth still pressed to his skin.
    When their mingled cries and growls grew less boisterous, he
sank onto the bed and rolled her astride him, savoring the rhythmic sway of her
body on his. The pleasure was like a deep ache that filled every cell of his
body. He panted to calm his heart rate, his eyes on the gently bouncing breasts
above his face.
    “I want your mouth on them.”
    Her whispered demand ended in a high-pitched gasp as he
obeyed without hesitation, drawing deep on the first, then switching to the
second. Her fingers twined through his perspiration-damp hair and he cradled
her breasts in his palms, giving each delicious morsel equal attention.
    “Yesss…”
    He felt her clench around him again and marveled at her
ability to keep him as hard as a rock inside her for so long. Sooner or later
his cock was going to have to come up for air. As he felt her squeezing with
her internal muscles, he decided that later would be good.
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